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You're crying?

Hong Qi's words and the expression in his eyes were very ambiguous.

Ji Xuehao stood with his hands behind his back, his fists were already tightly clenched, some words were too straightforward, he was afraid that it would hurt his Master's relationship with Qing Yu, so he endured.

However, this reminder had to be given. This was without a doubt: "Cough, cough